She's mine

Summary: Seriously, what is it she sees in that jerk? Money? Nah, I have money, my parents own a store. Couldn’t be that. Good looks? No, can’t be that either. I’m a sexy beast. I mean, who WOULDN’T want to go out with me? Mike loves Bella, we all know that. Just what exactly will he say to make her like him? A heart-wrenching tale of boy love girl, girl love different boy, and boy who originally loved girl gets SHUT DOWN. This one will get you laughing.

3. Chapter 3

Tyler walked me unaided to the nurse’s office, and we stood outside the door for a moment.

He shook his head and laughed. “Dude.” Tyler said condescendingly.

I glared at him despite the fact that he was right. I was acting like a total wuss, sniveling to the coach and going to the nurse for nothing. I was hardly even hurt; maybe a few scrapes on my knees, some mud on my clothes, nothing to be a baby about.

I ducked my flaming face and didn’t look Tyler in the eye. He didn’t say anything, but the silence was much the same as him doubled over in laughter while pointing at me and jeering.

Oh man, everybody was going to hear about this.

My past reputation as “Mike: the cool, athletic guy” turned to “Mike: baby and loser who totally bit it while running”.

What I should have done, what most guys do, is quickly get up and keep on running, then if anyone saw; deflect all remarks by either laughing it off or use the excuse of being preoccupied by looking at a really hot girl.

Then, if any wounds were noticed by a girl, one should act as if said wound doesn’t hurt, even so much to say that you didn’t notice it. If this doesn’t work, or if further questions are asked, one should make a complicated and heroic tale of how you got the wound (but ONLY IF THE GIRL WASN’T THERE WHEN THE REAL CAUSE OF THE WOUND OCCURRED).

At the end of the heroic tale, then one should conclude that the wound would probably end up being a scar once it heals. Always say that last line with a martyred and modest expression.

Said heroic tale may go as follows:

“I was walking along the road and I saw this unattended baby stroller on the edge of a sidewalk. Suddenly there was this huge gust of wind that pushed the stroller into oncoming traffic. Using my cat like reflexes and heroic instincts, I jumped and grabbed the stroller (with the crying baby of course) and moved it out of the way just as a shiny Volvo comes speeding down the street, with no regard to humanity and the safety of others.

“But, as I was about to give the baby back to it’s weeping and grateful mother, this HUGE wolf dog thing comes running out and friggen’ ATTACKS me.” (And at this point you assure your audience that everything you say is 100% true) “So I hand the baby back to its mother, and battle the wolf thing.

“So this thing was friggen’ mauling me with its huge teeth and claws…(insert gory details here)

“…then I whipped out the switchblade I keep in my sock and friggen’ killed it.”

Then you would find a way to explain why it wasn’t in the news, some reason that makes you look modest and heroic.

Of course, I made up no story. I didn’t follow the rules. I was a loser.

Suddenly I heard the exclamation of our rather large nurse as she threw open the door to her office. Her face stretched in surprise and she pressed her hand to her chest.

“Oh dear, you gave me a fright.” She said shakily.

I fumbled around for her name and couldn’t remember it. That was how few times I’d been here. Just that one time with Bella…and Cullen had barged in and ruined our perfect moment.

“Oh dear!” She exclaimed again as she took one look at my face and dragged me into her office. She pushed me onto one of the beds you sit on. The paper on the bed crackled underneath me.

She whipped out and ice pack and pressed it to my forehead with her plump hands.

I heard a snicker at the doorway and saw that Tyler was still standing there. I shot him a nasty look, but he hardly backed off.

He mouthed the words “weak” and stalked off laughing.

I felt my face turn even redder in embarrassment and snatched the cold pack out of the nurse’s hand. Anything to have the sausages she called “fingers” out of my face.

She regarded me with a slightly offended face and stalked out of the office.

“Call me if you need anything.” She said over her shoulder. Good, now she can let me wallow alone in my misery.

I mentally slapped myself. What was WRONG with me? Why was I acting like such a…girl?

I shuddered. All I wanted was for Bella to like me. Was that too much to ask; for her to look my way once in a while? But no, all she seemed to care about was that stupid Cullen. He probably threatens her!

I could practically see it. Cullen’s harsh face loomed close to Bella, as she crouched down and used her arms to shield herself from his harsh fists and words.

“If you don’t love me and pay attention to me every waking moment of the day, bad things will happen to you! I’ll beat you up!” Cullen said with his handsome face twisted in an ugly sneer.

At that point I would punch Cullen and he would fall to the ground whining, because he was weak and a loser.

Bella would throw herself into my arms and kiss me right on the mouth and wrap her hands in my golden hair.

“Oh, my hero! Thank you so much for saving me from that stupid Cullen! It’s you I really love, I just couldn’t tell you because he threatened me!”

At that point I would assure her that everything would be okay, and that the stupid Cullen wouldn’t bother her ever again.

That has to be the situation! Bella MUST love me. She had looked my way during gym, before I…fell.

I tried to recall what Bella’s face looked like when I was running. Wonder? Disgust? Love? Lust?

My head shot up from the ice pack I pressed it against. Lust! That had to have been it, she wanted me!

She was just afraid to admit it because of that abusive, threatening Cullen.

Well I was going to help her.

I quickly clamored off the bed and looked at the clock. It was 2:05; we got out at 2:10. Perfect.

I dashed out of the office, ignoring the secretaries shouting behind me. I ran out to the parking lot and stood there. Bella and the stupid Cullen always got here early. I would just sit here and wait for them to come.

Suddenly I heard faltering and hesitant footsteps behind me.

“Mike?” The voice said unsurely.

Please let it be Bella. Please let it be Bella.

I turned around. It was Jessica, holding a green note in her hand, and looking a little startled.

“Jess?” I saw her eyes widen, and I followed the direction of her gaze. My knees.

“Mike,” she gasped, “what HAPPENED?!”

I smiled at my bloody, hideous knees. I only deliberated for a moment on whether or not to tell Jessica the “story”. We dated for a little while, which made it totally awkward, because she obviously still likes me when I obviously don’t like her. She ain’t got nothing on Bella.

However…she is a girl, and didn’t see what happened in gym. I had a few minutes before Bella and Cullen showed up.

I looked at her too wide eyes and began.

“Well, I was walking along the road and I saw this unattended baby stroller…”